She stares up at me through thick lashes, innocence and obedience shining through and escalating my need to consume her further.
“Put your hands on my thighs. I’m going to teach you how to take instructions like a good girl.”
“But y-you have a girlfriend.” Her eyes are wide and filled with uncertainty, and there’s something I like about her stopping me to check my relationship status. She doesn’t like the thought of cheating. Maybe she’s not like her mother after all. The need to reassure surges within me.
I’m not about to tell her I pay for sex, not because I can’t get it elsewhere, but because it’s easier with no emotions attached. “She was a one-night thing.”
Her shoulders relax, and when I push the pink tendrils of hair from her pretty face, my thumb grazes her chin in a gentle move normally absent from me.
The air crackles between us, and my heart hammers.What the fuck?
I drop my hand and clear my throat. “Hands on my thighs. You need to learn a lesson.”
“Oh god,” she mumbles, and her small hands clutch my thick quads like her life depends on it. Her nails sink into my skin as she anchors herself to me, and I long for them to leave marks.
“I’m going to show you how big my cock is,” I growl, tugging my shorts down enough for my cock to spring free. She gasps, and I delight in her reaction; my muscles constrict as my balls ache with need. Ropes of sticky pre-cum drip from the tip and slide down my shaft, coating my balls.
“Oh, Jesus,” she moans.
I tuck my shorts beneath my heavy sack, ignoring the sweat gathered there from my morning run. A sick idea flashes in my mind, and I smile as I stare down at the little minx transfixed on my cock.
“My balls need to be cleaned. If you’re a good girl, I’ll spill on this pretty little face of yours and let you lick me clean after.” I stroke her cheek, and her brow furrows.
“I took a run before coming to the gym, and I want you to taste me.”
Her breath hitches and her eyes darken.
“Are you going to make me force you, Little Brat?”
THEA
“Are you going to make me force you, Little Brat?” he growls, in a tone that tells me he would, and for some sick reason, the thought of not complying feels much more rewarding than being the good girl he wants me to be.
I’m so close I smell the clean scent of his cedarwood shower gel mixed with the sweat from his run; there’s no doubt in my mind that he showered this morning. My mouth waters to sample him, to be forced against him.
We both know he wouldn’t have to force me.
If I didn’t want to do it, I would kick, scream my words of dissatisfaction and, ultimately, sucker punch him in his balls.
I won’t be doing any of those things, though, because him forcing this on me has arousal gathering in my panties.
“Jesus, you want me to force you? To teach you how to be a good girl?”
I whimper, and the heat in my cheeks multiplies by the second at his attention on me. His eyes are hooded as he stares down at me like I’m a contradiction, one he wants to devour and destroy all in one.
His hand snaps out and tangles in my ponytail, then he yanks me forward until my nose is flush with his cock. “Lick my balls. Clean them up, Little Brat.”
I slide my tongue over his heavy balls, loving the way his abs contract with each calculated stroke.
He tastes like heaven, like a man should taste, a hint of saltiness among the freshness. His skin is velvety, and the tip of his angry cock leaks with each interaction.
“Fuck,” he groans, so feral my clit throbs. “Suck one into your mouth. Bathe my balls, Little Brat. Clean them up.”
Oh god, his filthy words and commands have me moving to appease him. Each flick of my tongue elicits a wild sound from deep inside his chest, and when he fists his thick cock, I almost combust.
He’s the most gorgeous, filthy, powerful, and handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and the thought of him touching anyone but me sends a venomous hatred through my veins.
“More.” His hips move in time with his fist, and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve witnessed. With no barrier between us, no condom, this experience feels profound.
